Sometimes I hate the fact that I blog. Why? Because everyone and their mother blogs. Especially people who are mothers. Being another Mommy Blogger out in the ether (what is ether? no, seriously) makes me feel just about as awesome as I felt when I was trying to be an actress living in LA in my early and mid-twenties.

But I can’t stop. Maybe when I start selling scripts, or my work is otherwise produced, I’ll feel less of a need. Or perhaps more.